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it's June### (if you lie awake, trying to pronounce June, in NYC). weed-whacked by flies. a handball court taking pains to paint both wall to ball-- black and white. halved in cold heat on impact. with a glop of grey. sparing players with a stroke. as the backs of blue buses melt and bumble, into a wealth of streets. sanitation blowing those types of kisses. with wheels going round and round, de-ranged with reup and rot.
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Jun 10, 2021
Jun 10, 2021 at 2:32 AM UTC
With a Glop of Grey
it's June### (if you lie awake, trying to pronounce June, in NYC). weed-whacked by flies. a handball court taking pains to paint both wall to ball-- black and white. halved in cold heat on impact. with a glop of grey. sparing players with a stroke. as the backs of blue buses melt and bumble, into a wealth of streets. sanitation blowing those types of kisses. with wheels going round and round, de-ranged with reup and rot.
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Jun 10, 2021
Jun 10, 2021 at 2:32 AM UTC
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